Bushless

Zafira lets the razor whisper right along the curve of her mound, stripping every last golden wisp until her lips lie smooth and naked in the bright light. She sets the blade aside, spreads her legs wider, and runs two fingers down the freshly bared skin. A shiver races through her as she feels how soft she is. She presses the same fingers deeper, parts the plump folds, and slides them inside. The wet sound fills the room while her hips roll slow and greedy. She pulls out, brings her glistening fingertips to her clit, and rubs lazy circles until her breath catches. When the ache grows too sharp she grabs the speculum, slips it in, and opens herself wide, showing everything inside. She holds herself open, squeezes, then lets the pressure push a thin golden stream across the sheet beneath her. The golden arc splashes hot, splatters, then slows to a trickle as she keeps the speculum spread wide. Once the last drops fall she eases the tool out, runs her palm over the slick skin one last time, and drifts in the afterglow, skin flushed, breath slowing, pussy bare and shining.